PSL for arkfall

[goldenglasses]

[Vash was getting use to his life in the city. Some of it has been pretty bad, but for the most part he really can't complain. He always had enough to eat. He had stopped pouring sand out of his clothing. Could have all the water and shower for however long he wanted. No one had tried to shoot him in months. The people here even didn't care about his scars. In fact some people really liked them!

He was currently without a dominate, but he didn't mind. A small grace period to find another one and he wasn't in a rush. Which is why he was taking a moment to enjoy a bit of people watching in the Down. Munching on a donut and enjoying the day.

The only problem was in times like these his mind tends to wander to thoughts of home. Worry starts to settle in. Hoping that his friends were alright without him. Things certainly looking good when he left. Of course, there wasn't much he could do for them here so he tries not to think too much about it.

Besides, this donut was really tasty. Right now he just wanted to sit and enjoy them. Nothing bad could happen on this day, right?]

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[arkfall]

Huh.

Imagine having one back home.

[He didn't mind the planet's hostile temperatures, but he knew how popular a unit like that would be to the people on No Man's Land.

He glances around the room and notices the paper before moving to go pick it up.]

We got mail?

[goldenglasses]

I'd would have paid extra for any hotel that had this back home easily.

Did we? [He hadn't noticed.] Probably a welcome letter about orientation that eventually happens. Every time the city gets new people we have to go. [Vash is clearly unconcerned as he sets the air conditioning unit back to its original settings.] You'll probably get a text message about it soon too.

[arkfall]

[Knives groans and then tosses the letter on the coffee table. Not really interested in reading anything to do with what this place thinks of as orientation.]

Are you hungry? [He asks, heading to the kitchen. It had been a while since the sandwich, and the donuts had seemed more like a snack than a meal.]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, I could eat. [A response Knives will get use to hearing all the time when it comes to food. Vash moves to join his brother in the kitchen. Also ignoring the letter for the moment as there was food to be consumed.] Do you have a craving for anything?

[arkfall]

No.

[He says simply as he looks through the cupboards and the fridge.]

My ability to do this stuff is pretty limited.

[And he doesn't admit that often.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash joins him in checking the cupboard.] How hungry are you? I could make us some pasta. [He's going on the assumption that Knives can't boil water anymore.]

[arkfall]

All right. You make us pasta then.

[After a moment.] We're going to have to do the shopping and other... things. Aren't we? [Things like washing dishes and cleaning up the house and ugh things are a lot easier when you have people to boss around.]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. We are. [Vash can't help but smile in amusement of Knives's dislike of the idea of chores.] I'll see what kind of basic supplies they left you here and see what I can do. Otherwise if we need to go out you might want to get dressed.

Not that anyone out there cares how you're dressed, but you might get a few, ah, offers if you walk around like that.

[arkfall]

[Knives glares at the idea.]

Well, I'm going to go put on every layer of clothing they gave me then.

[He says, before moving to go back into his bedroom to get dressed.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash covers his mouth to keep from outright laughter, but it can't stop the snort that escapes.

He knows its rude and not exactly wise to laugh at Knives but the mental image of him putting on that many clothes is too much to resist.] I don't know if you need to go that far.

Look, if you really don't want to go out again today I'll write a shopping list, you sign it, and I'll go buy our groceries then come back.

[arkfall]

[Knives waves his hand in a dismissive way.] Let's worry about it later. There should be enough in there for simple pasta.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. I think there should be. [He starts pulling what he needs from the pantry.] Just remember it won't be the best of the best! At least not this time! [It was still going to be really good pasta. The doms really did get all the nicer things right at the beginning too.

He starts humming a tuneless song and fills a pot with water.]

[arkfall]

[Knives disappears to get dressed and then comes back out once he's clothed.

He plops down on the couch and reaches for the letter, finally bored enough to read it.

As Vash is busy in the kitchen he opens the paper and then glares at it as if he can make the words change.]

Vash. [He calls, with some urgency in his voice.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash doesn't like that tone. Or the feeling he can sense from his brother. Automatically he turns the burner on the water down to a very low simmer as he moves to head to the couch. Suspecting that this isn't a yell from the kitchen sort of problem.]

What? What is it? [Please tell him that the only pants Knives could find had the ass cut out of them and that's why he's upset. Only no. His brother is sitting glaring at a piece of paper. His heart sinks.] Let me guess. Not a letter about orientation? [They were getting faster with their fines.] How much money do they want?

[arkfall]

[Knives doesn't answer. Instead, he hands over the letter so that Vash can read it.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash takes the letter. Afraid and thinking that it's a request for them both to show up to the SLUT center. Only what he reads is much worse.] Wha-- [He reads it again. Then again. He blinks a few times, but the words don't change.

It was a citation alright. Only instead of money, instead of the people zoo, instead of being sent to SLUT a lesson is apparently to be learned again. It was a fine for Knives for failing his role as a dominate while in public. So they gave him a choice and Vash doesn't like either of them.] Well. [What can he say?] We can't just ignore it. [Show up for a public correction demonstration or have his submissive taken away for private correction.]

[arkfall]

What do you want to do?

[goldenglasses]

Me? [Vash is clearly surprised. He had expected Knives to tell him what he decided to do or simply state he refused to follow this world's rules.] You're letting me pick?

[arkfall]

Yes, of course. It's your body.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash looks down at the paper in his hand. Making a soft, thoughtful hum as he frowns down at it.

The public example seemed shorter compared to being taken away for a couple days. There was no telling what or who would be in charge then. Plus that's a few days where he can't keep an eye on his brother. Yet, how could he ask Knives to do something like that too him? The fingers of his left artificial arm twitches slightly. He knows just how far his brother's punishments have gone in the past. He chews thoughtfully on his bottom lip.

On that same thought he also knew what his brother might possibly do to him. He's pretty sure that unless they force him to there would be nothing sexual involved and he doubts his brother would go so far as to chop another limb off.] If-- if I let you do it... are you--? [No. His brother said they had finally come to some sort of tentative understanding back home.] Never mind. I can't ask you to do something like that. I can go. [The public nature of the punishment didn't bother Vash at all. It was what it will do to his brother's mental state that has him nervous.]

[arkfall]

Don't do that. Don't make this about me.

If you don't trust me enough, that I understand. But don't worry about how I would feel.

[goldenglasses]

How can I not worry about how you feel? [He's not sure he could do it.] But, if you think you'll be okay? [He sighs.] I trust you not to let things go too far.

[arkfall]

We should talk through what kind of punishments they would accept if you want to do that. It will be easier to ensure that I don't if we have a plan.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash considers this.] Some sort of mix of embarrassing, painful, and... ah... sexual. But being brothers I would hope they don't expect you do anything like that. [Although Vash remembers when a friend of his had been stripped naked and forced to orgasm in public. The crowd had been set on his friend. Would that happen if Knives refused?] Or you could just give me to the crowd if they demand something like that.

[arkfall]

[The idea of that really sets Knives on edge. He clenches his fists.]

Tell me what to do, Vash.